Day 380: Set Down

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i have set my song down.

my strings have gone still
in the searching for hope
in silence.

but no,

not even here,
in solitude
and being,

can i find that elusive muse.

 

she left me
she left
and stole my heart with her
anon.

i beg for her breath
in the laughter of children,
or could she come
on the call of the swan?

i swear that i’ll find her
on a moon –

that cold rock –

who splinters
and darkens till new.

i must be mistaken;
so i squint
in confusion
like a man
who has misplaced his shoe.

but hope
is not owing.
not to me.
she’s no slave.
and she walked
when i took her for granted.

and now
when i pick up my song
to remember

there’s nothing
but tin on the strings.

the echo
of hopelessness –
hollowing –
sings.

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